entrance description,As "Here Comes The Pain" by Jim Johnston would kick into gear, out comes the MANster known as Brock Lesnar in his MMA Shorts with sponsor logos printed out on them, and a beanie resting atop his head. Following behind him is none other than the Advocate of Champions, Paul Heyman who looks rather stylish in his custom-made three piece suit. But all eyes are focused on the Beast who casually prepares himself in his usual way - bouncing from foot to foot before thrusting his arms back, allowing an explosion of pyro to go off.

Bruce Buffer: Introducing first... From Minneapolis, Minnesota... he weighs in at two hundred and eighty-nine pounds... accompanied by Paul Heyman... he is the BEAST INCARNATE.... BRRRRROCK LEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSNAAAAAAAAR!

After that, Brock's focus turns almost immediately to the body in the ring. Both Lesnar and Heyman begin making their way down the ramp, Heyman getting in Lesnar's ear about possible strategies for the match. Lesnar would begin bouncing from one foot to another yet again before leaping up onto the apron, letting off more pyro. Lesnar quickly enters the ring and begins walking around inside it as Heyman stays on the outside. Lesnar then takes his place in his corner, handing over his beanie to his advocate on the outside. The Beast stares daggers at the walkway to see just who is going to make his night more fun by volunteering to be his personal play thing...

finishing maneuvers,⇨F-5 (Brock lifts the opponent onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry position and then throw the opponent's legs out in front of him to spin them out while he simultaneously falls backwards or forwards, causing the opponent to land on his face and upper body)

The jam-packed Resurrection crowd is absolutely reeling after the opening contest between Bryan Danielson and Cody Rhodes to determine which man would face Eddie Kingston at the next Pay Per View for the World Heavyweight Championship. Before the next match gets under way, the lights in the arena fade until it's rather dark, and a video pops up on the screen of a shadow. Whoever the shadow belongs to is putting in work on a heavy bag, hitting it with multiple combos. Soon after this is shown, a rather familiar voice is heard as the video continues to show the shadow of whoever this may be doing various training acts.

PAUL HEYMAN
"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman. And if I may, I'd like to speak to you all about tonight's Pay Per View, aptly titled Resurrection. A rather fitting title I believe, with what's in store for you all tonight. But first, allow me to let you in on a little something-- to resurrect something is the act of bringing it back from the dead. For example, Raven somehow managed to resurrect his career after it fell into the never-ending lack hole that is obscurity once ECW fell, and look at him now. [Just the sound of Heyman's voice let you know he was giving that evil grin he's so well known for. If anybody in the wrestling world had all the characteristics of a real life supervillian, it's Paul Heyman for sure] He's main eventing the very first Resurrection, and I couldn't be happier. Raven is a man I grew with in this business, he and I worked side by side for years to try and keep Extreme Championship Wrestling afloat, only to fail. Now, never have I been one to point the proverbial finger at anybody-- but I have managed to keep the Paul Heyman name above water over a decade after that ship sunk. But tonight, even though he's main eventing for the first time since ECW closed-- this Pay Per View isn't about Raven. It's not about John Cena going face to face with not only Dean Ambrose, but the relics of his past in the wrestling business. It's not about the young Jojo Offerman hoping to successfully defend her Women's Championship against the ever-so confident Cameron in what is sure to be a match for the ages! Tonight isn't even about the contest that just took place where a man who is the FUTURE of this business, Cody Rhodes took on the greatest submission specialist this world has ever seen in Bryan Danielson to determine who would face the big, bad Eddie Kingston for the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! [Finally the video would go dark, and Heyman would stop speaking to add to it. Soon enough, the picture would begin to fade back in and we'd see the same shadow that's been shown throughout the video package. The camera would start to zoom in and get a better look at whoever this may be, causing Paul Heyman to speak again.] Tonight is about resurrecting this company, digging the grave of Primetime Championship Wrestling up, and hoping we can save it in time. And only one man can accomplish such a feat. My client.... [The camera gets close enough to the man to see who it finally is as Paul Heyman speaks his name]

"BRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOCK LEEEEESNAAAAAR!!"

BROCK LESNAR IS HERE, BROCK LESNAR IS IN PCW! The live crowd begins to boo profusely, but it's obvious that this is a pre-recorded video package so their jeers do nothing to stop Paul Heyman's words. More footage is shown of Lesnar absolutely destroying people, whether it be wrestling, UFC footage, or even footage from his football and collegiate wrestling days-- the one thing that remains consistent throughout it all is Lesnar demolishing anybody who was in his way.

PAUL HEYMAN
"There is only one man who can bring back the legitimacy of PCW and of Professional Wrestling as a whole, and that man is my client. Anybody, everybody in the world has heard of Brock Lesnar. My client is a household name, he's known worldwide not as a Professional Wrestler or a Mixed Martial Artist-- my client is known as an asskicker. He's made headlines for more times than any other Wrestler or Superstar you can name in the past year alone. Did you all wonder why The Undertaker was missing from Old School Turmoil this year? It wasn't because he's too busy trying to play dead and collect the souls of those he's defeated in this company-- it's because of Brock Lesnar. BROCK LESNAR is the reason The Undertaker is no longer looked at as King of the Immortals and is now nothing more than a frail, fragile, RETIRED old man. [As Heyman speaks of Lesnar ending The Undertaker's Streak in another company that will be unnamed, footage of that is actually shown. The three F-5's were enough to put the Deadman away, and nobody's seen him since.] Everybody that has stepped into my client's path was found beaten, bruised-- but most importantly? Changed. I guarantee that there's not one man on the face of this Earth who can step into any sort of combat zone with my client, whether it be a football field, the octagon, wrestling mats, or even the squared circle-- and walk out the exact same man. If a creature as God-like as The Undertaker could be reduced to a play thing by The Beast Incarnate, who can withstand him? The physical credentials of my client are unlike any other ever seen, and when you match that with the strategies of Pro Wrestling's Greatest Mind, how can Brock Lesnar lose? He can't. [Finally the footage would stop showing Brock's dominance, and instead show the duo of Heyman and Lesnar sitting side by side in PCW Studios. Lesnar looked serious as always, and Heyman had an almost Satanic grin across his face. The Evil Mastermind sure knew how to talk a bit game, and Lesnar could easily back it up] It's not improbable for my client to lose, it's impossible. It can't be done, no matter how many men are on the opposing team, The Conqueror will come out on top time and time again. Of course, this won't happen without a few victims. Although I'm absolutely positive that the COO of this comatose company Triple H realizes that in order to have a resurrection, you need to make a few sacrifices."

Paul Heyman would pat his client on the shoulder, that evil smirk still consistent when it comes to staying on Heyman's face. Lesnar would look towards his best friend and advocate, getting the go ahead to give his first words spoken in PCW.

BROCK LESNAR
"I'm not a superhero. [Lesnar looks right into the camera with no emotion on his face] There's no S on my chest, boys and girls. I'm not a machine, I'm not even a superstar. In case you forgot, I'm Brock Lesnar. I'm the one and only, the fighter who is responsible for taking a man who was probably the most dominant force in any Sport today and turning him into dust when I ended The Undertaker's streak. But more importantly, when I ended his career. The Undertaker hasn't been seen since he stepped in the ring with Brock Lesnar, and I guarantee everybody watching that there's more where that came from. I'm unlike anything you people have seen before. Who on the PCW Roster-- who on Earth-- can pick up and toss around men twice their size like their a child's toy? Eddie Kingston can't, John Cena can't. Have you ever watched a guy like Alberto Del Rio or Damien Sandow decimate whoever Triple H put in front of them not to prove a point, but because that's all they know how to do? I don't think so. [Lesnar would lean back in his chair, a smirk on his face as he gets a bit more comfortable] You can go ahead and list anybody on this roster full of sissies and crybabies, none of them could hold a candle to me. None of them should even think about facing off with me, whether it be in the octagon, on a wrestling mat, or in the PCW squared circle because I won't beat them. I won't hurt them, I'll humiliate them-- but in the process I'm gonna kill them. I'm gonna drive my fist into their face, my knees are gonna crack more ribs than that fat slob Kingston has eaten. With each punch, each knee, each F-5? There's another 'superstar' on the reserved list. It's another bouquet of flowers that the PCW Powers That Be send to the hospital with a 'get well' card and a little bonus in their check so they don't leave the company. But more importantly? It's one more stepping stone that I crush on my way to legitimizing PCW as a company and Professional Wrestling as a sport. You think guys like Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns are gonna be the future of this business when the John Cena's and Randy Orton's take a step back to spend time with their families after a few decades on the road? I can go out to that PCW ring right now and show you why Reigns and Ambrose were members of the most dominant trio instead of being members of the most dominant force, because that title belongs to me. Everything those guys did when they were part of The Shield? I did it better. They put The Undertaker out for a couple of months by triple teaming him and putting him through a table, and I'll give them props for that. For a normal guy, it takes a lot to stand up to somebody of Taker's status. But I ended the myth that was The Undertaker and show the world he was nothing more than an old man waiting to be put out to pasture. Dean Ambrose wants to play mind games with John Cena and try to get him to be the old Cena where all he did was rap and wear his pants hanging below his ass? I beat the John Cena of old and the John Cena of today. I tossed him around like I was throwing a football with my son, up and over with not one, not two, not three, four, five, ten, not even fifteen-- but sixteen suplexes. Roman Reigns wanted to come into this company with a vendetta against Triple H to throw him out of power? I snapped Triple H's arm in two just because I can. And for the people who think Roman can actually beat me? Look who's still here. [Lesnar takes a pause, looking deathly serious the entire time] I bet money Triple H is sitting in his office right now, hands clasped together as he praises whatever God he believes in, thanking him for letting the contract of The Conqueror land on his desk. But where's Roman Reigns? Probably in the gym, training-- waiting to be taken off of that status unknown list. He came into this company and he was around a lot, on screen all the time with his little S.W.A.T or Special Forces wannabe friends, preaching about injustice and wanting to right the wrongs of PCW. You know what was wrong, though? What happened at Collision Course. If they would've done what they did at that Pay Per View to me? The Shield would be worse off than what they are today. Roman Reigns status would be 'hospitalized indefinitely', and the only time Dean Ambrose would be considered for any Rising division is when they have to lift his casket to get it in the hearse I put him in." [Another death stare into the camera, and another pause] I didn't come here to play games with anybody. I didn't come here to be PCW Rising Champion or Tag Team Champion, and I sure as hell didn't do it to make anyone look good. I'm here to show the world why I'm the greatest fighter this world has ever seen, and I want to make sure everybody knows that there's only one Brock Lesnar."